“Keep your voice down.”

Deyanin, the Lizardman, was looking around in between the bookshelves in the second library. The only other person in the library was Hwee-Mun.

Then Hwee-Mun, the old woman with her white hair neatly tied back, said, “It’s all because you’ve said something so ridiculous. For the past hundred years, it’s been a rule for the first child to become the crown prince.”

“But there were exceptions.”

“You’re spouting nonsense again. There were specific reasons for those special cases.”

“So why not this time?”

Hwee-Mun sighed and contemplated what Deyanin had said.

Everyone in the palace was hush hush about the fact that the first prince, Vasen, had a problem. Even though he was quite old now, he neglected studying in favor of playing. There was a rumor that he had recently learned how to hunt and had been riding around the mountains with the good-for-nothing people of Orazen.

“But Deyanin, not a lot of ministers will think that way.”

“Well, of course.”

Deyanin was a young Lizardman with white scales and red eyes, and was born in a nameless small village in a valley of the peninsula.

Deyanin snorted and said, “How much do you think the ministers would like a king who is ignorant when it comes to national affairs and only likes to play?”

“Watch what you say.”

Hwee-Mun cleared her throat. However, Deyanin wasn’t wrong.

More than a hundred years had passed since Lakrak...